Every single night I endure the fight of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain. These ideas of mine percolate the mind, trickle down the spine, swarm the bell, swellin' to a blaze. That's when the pain comes in like a second skeleton trying to fit beneath the skin. I can't fit the feelings in. Every single night is a fight with my brain.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3655 | 2018-03-12 08:37:41 | 80.80 | 97% |
| 3398 | 2018-02-20 08:50:43 | 83.41 | 98% |
| 2722 | 2018-02-03 09:16:56 | 74.71 | 97% |